Occasionally I despair,
an eternal uphill struggle,
a hopeless walk to sanity:
what else is there for me to do
but scream?
Occasionally my stomach rumbles
as pain, hunger and strife
make it grow distressingly tight.
Occasionally I try to fight
and seek that elusive light
at the end of the tunnel
only to find an inky blackness,
ebony obscurity of darkness
that smothers the soul.
Occasionally I search
for a twisted street or
an endless channel
only to discover a world
devoid of any kindness,
languishing in defilement,
foul-smelling with pollution,
tarnished with infamy and slander,
and an ever-reigning lust.
But often I stand up,
for myself if for none other
and look down towards the horizon
and find what I require: hope and trust.
PS Sorry I left Poetry in the lurch but was hospitalised for three days. I hope to read your poems soon. But please give me time.
TEA BREAK POEMS
Last year I wrote a book of poems you see,
so I could believe that it was really me.
I thought that I could edit,
mistaken was I to take such credit!
I sent it through by email, was proofread,
but a press of the button and it was gone,
now nothing could I mend.
Commas, full stops, capitals, and such,
oh how stupid, this is far too much.
Reply from Amazon was as expected,
two out of four stars for what I had neglected.
Well serves me right I said out loud,
I searched my heart, I was not proud.
I decided then and there I would try again.
This year began with with a determined yen,
but this time I would do things right,
I found someone who could edit, sheer hindsight.
In August, caught Covid, health seemed dim,
hospitalised 6 days, I prayed a lot to Him.
I came home, but still not well.
My family and friends so worried, I was not swell.
25th September, Amazon wrote to inform me,
My book had been published on Amazon Kindle.
‘Tea Break Poems’ rated four out of four,
and a glowing review, I needed no more.
I suffered a terrible drama
Got hit by a frozen iguana
It fell out of a tree
And landed on me
I’m hospitalised with the trauma!
Inspired by a sweet friend who had read a news article about iguanas falling out of trees in Florida as they were experiencing plummeting temperatures
02/02/22
Vincent Willhelm van Gogh
a difficult talent to truly know
unwise love choices-Eugenie Kee&Sien
made him stick to brush not pen
Finance support from brother Theo
loosed his giftings to flow
in dark landscapes&still life
too bad, without a wife
From Ecole de Beau Arts a matric
In Antwerp he creates his pics
Then to Paris to mix with the best
lived an artist life with great zest
Upon the death of Pa Theodorus
Vincent does portraits&busts
as his love life to Margot ails
so also his pointillism fails
He then met Agostina Segatori
& a brief affair the world did see
An interest in all things Japanaise
then to Arles were the sun does blaze
The artists colony was not a success
Vincent cut off an -ear-but I digress
progressively VG became deluded
'a mad redhead,'the locals said
Genius & delusion marries as one
but a recognisable usp is done
with broad brush& wavy line
a reputation to outlast his time
In Arles he is hospitalised
&unique art realised-
then with a gun suicides
on canvas though his genius resides
Angels in White
_________________
When Life Vitals are on machine
Whether in ICU or in General Ward
Role of Nurses is always Special !
She pricks needles, administers drips
Facilitates Tests, Measures pulse, B.P.
She is vital link between you and doctor
She was there when you were born
She gave you first bath
She is there any time you are hospitalised
She flanks doctors as Angels Wings
She stands guard even while you sleep
She is ever ready to attends monitors beep
Some call them as Nurse
Some call them Sisters
But to me, in whites, they are Angels
___
© Hitendra Mehta
A chokeslam!
Goodnight sweet prince
Goodnight yawning hippo ****
With rice wine coming out your ears
Boom boom sticks
A wisecracker talking head
Histrionics at the bandstand
Eliminated by more than one can shake
Hospitalised due to a
Finishing move on the concrete
The poodle evacuated worldy goods
Outside the pizza restaurant
You left a cigarette on a bicycle seat
To show how gracious you were
Your toying entanglements
Left chairs being thrown
A Scotsman strangled
You with his no laughing matter arm
Tables, ladders and chairs
The human lounge, hairy stool and burger beds
Gape and keep a weather eye on
For those aha visions and afflatus
Our history teacher watched Smackdown
He said it's great theatre
grey cloudy... widespread
wet words splashed on my paper
could have been a dream
naked
some would say naughty
laying on the beach
hope... a human trait
lost... fulfilled... realized...
wildlife moves on...
i am human
wife hospitalised
might be gone awhile
the last
not fiction
byeeeeeeeee...
Words forbidden to be expressed
A dangerous fact to be disclosed
Making the whole world depressed
I am sorry that you are so obsessed
With the words never to be expressed
The words are secretly decomposed
Scattered around after being recomposed
Spread like bean paste after being compressed
Taste like sweet chilli that’s been reprocessed
Eaten by idiots who are systematised
The paste lost its nature but it’s flavour is militarised
For the nations, hatred was perfectly modernised
Effectively fighting in the war that was standardised
Such usable propaganda must be fully released
Please sleep on people and be hospitalised
Don’t worry, you will soon be desensitised
Words forbidden to be expressed
A dangerous fact to be disclosed
Making the universe so confused
Wake up, ladies who were hypnotized
Come out, gentlemen who were fictionalised
From where you were unfortunately misdiagnosed
Where “I love you” is forbidden to be expressed
Once upon a time
Is that how all story's start
fairy tales from the heart
not the darkness of fear
of abuse from ones we hold so dear
the broken promises it wont happen again
But it did over and over and over seven years
I was the scapegoat for all the bad
silly me silly child silly silly man
I hid all the bruises and made up excuses
as to why I was never seen
little did they know you had total control
locked away from the world in a tower block
I came from a broken home with broken marriages
and abuse was the norm
I put up with the abuse cried all the tears
became a brainwashed automated housewife
you used abused and made me worthless
once just once you nearly killed me
that feeling was so sweet
a blackness a darkness a peaceful sleep
....................................................................................
little did I know the stress I was under
Until I had a fit and was hospitalised
I lay in that bed and was able to truly think and clear my head
I HAD TO LEAVE
I did so about a year later
when I found the keys that were always hid
Growing up
My father and me
He did the best he could
Because once we were three
Events happened
And then we were two
His rise and demise
As his life withdrew
Looking back, to the memories we had
They never lasted for years
Some great, some sad
For an ill man he did his best
And in me, I have his zest
He never recovered from the loss of his son
To say goodbye to the elder one
He was hospitalised for months and years
On the day he was taken, uncontrollable tears
The years we shared
Fifteen in all
In every one
He helped me grow tall
To appreciate, what life will give
Remember your past, let your future live
He's all around me every day
For on the wind I hear him say
Enjoy your life, live happily
I hope you get to the land of the free
My reply to you Dad
As you look down on me
The Aura around you
The man I hope to be
" Happy Fathers Day to you Dad, I still miss you, your loving son James "
To be read listening to Boston's
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzOKrXj8Hp4
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
No pain, as such, just aching,
spreading down arms, radiating
to neck and jaw and mouth.
The zap of clot busting drugs infused,
driven through the cannulated vein;
morpheus then followed, fast. pale, aesthetic,
anaesthetic with anti-emetic trailing after.
Frenetic rushing and bustling to the unit,
sticky pads dragging chest hair,
monitors glowing green, blue and red,
bleeping, bleeding colour in the
darkness, the neon entrails of technology
gutted, exposed and flickering on my face.
I don’t believe this…
Note: Today is the 11/04/06. One week ago on the 04/04/06 I suffered a heart-
attack - quite out of the blue. I was hospitalised until yesterday when I was
discharged home. I still find it hard to believe.
T.
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